by Shae   Sep 28, 2020

My heart is a pile of goO
If you shoot it
You wont miss
and the bullet wounds never go a way
even on a pile of GoO
I always try to spoon my heart out
But i cant
If you touch it, it will shake
And your finger print will be forever be-
Implanted there
My heart melts too
Drains right through m ores sometimes

It can also freeze
And then it will take forever to thaw
You can chisel away
or pour you venus on it
Since its just gOo
I'm not sure when my heart is my heart.


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